Chapter 192 Dog Training.
The puppy tilted its head and held the chain in its mouth and handed it to him...
Lin Xingye raised his eyebrows, took the chain, gently rubbed his thick hair, and said in a low voice: "You lied to me today, let me think about how to punish you..."
The fingers exerted some force.
The clear voice was tinged with mist. The moment the white silk slipped down, the originally straight silver chain curved and hung beside the ankle, rubbing against the floor with varying degrees of friction.
The puppy didn't remember that he lied today, but it didn't matter.
The master could punish him as he pleased, and he was happy to accept it.
Because it feels good.
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Lin Xingye leaned comfortably against the back of the sofa, squinting his eyes lazily, stroking the puppy's fur with his hands, and occasionally a hoarse gasp escaped from his Adam's apple.
call……
A sense of conquest came over me.
I don't know where he learned this trick from.
It’s so fucking cool…
The puppy is also very proud.
Because it sounds very fulfilling.
The master’s punishment was very important because he used all the things he bought.
Handcuffs, shackles, whips...
The puppy's wet eyes, reflecting the weak candlelight, are indescribably moving...
Tsk... How should I put it, I seem to like this kind of thing...
A little perverted.
But it's all right.
Have fun playing and be happy being played with.
They are a perfect match.
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After being tormented by Chi Fan for so many days, tonight is Lin Xingye's home court, and everything is up to him.
He has never been very gentle, and his casual tone always carries a hint of command.
However, the dog was obedient and didn't dare to lie down when asked to kneel.
If you ask him to move, he won't dare to #.
The silver chain was wrapped around the wrist, and the fingers were fiddling with Doraemon's bell intentionally or unintentionally.
Looking down at him.
"What? Are you planning to return home secretly~"
The dog felt so oppressed by his owner that his heart skipped a beat.
It seems that if his answer is not to the master's liking, the next punishment may be even more... severe.
That would be even more...
"Master, you don't want me to leave~"
The dog pouted, blurring the point calmly.
"Don't fucking change the subject!"
The master kicked his shoulder and yelled at him.
"If the master is reluctant to let me go, I won't leave..."
It seems the punishment is not enough...
Or maybe the dog did it on purpose.
But it doesn't matter, the result is the same.
The owner took the dog to the bathroom.
A new round of punishment began.
This time it will be long.
long time.
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Ivor set up a glass table and an upholstered chair on the rooftop of the apartment building directly opposite, sipping red wine and waiting to watch the fireworks tonight.
It’s better to die, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t die.
The key point is, it has to be beautiful.
The expected brilliant fireworks did not bloom on time. He waited patiently for more than ten minutes, but the result was the same.
"Call and ask what went wrong."
Iovr shook his red wine glass and gave orders to the person standing next to him impatiently.
After the call was dialed, the ringtone came from the fire escape not far away.
The door to the rooftop passage was kicked open, and then two people tied up like mummies were thrown over one after another.
The cheerful ringtone played on a loop on the empty rooftop.
Coel adjusted his cuffs, gracefully stepped over the threshold of the rooftop, and slowly pressed the answer button.
"Master Ivor, did you lose these two dogs?"
The light blue eyes were slightly cold, emitting a chill even colder than the moonlight.
Ivor glanced at the two dumplings on the ground, leisurely brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip.
"Oh. I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be our loyal prince~"
"I want to be his dog simply because I want to sleep with him. But what are you doing here? Your master is having sex with someone else, and you're still here to keep watch for them. You're such a good dog~"
Coel sneered.
"Don't compare yourself to me. I can't do anything as dirty as you."
Ivor didn't care what he said and kept muttering in a thoughtful manner.
"He doesn't know what you're doing, so what's the point?"
"Why?"
Then he acted as if he had suddenly realized something.
"It can't be, because of love~"
"I've known you for so long, and I didn't know you were so pure~"
"I've known you for so long, and you're just as bad as I thought you were."
“It sucks.”
Coel glared at him with disgust, as if he was looking at something filthy and felt disgusted.
"I'm rotten? I'm dirty?"
Ivor's smile was unusually sinister.
"Ha, you're really talking without any hesitation. You're the Queen's only son, so you can have whatever you want. People in the business and political circles are all rushing to curry your favor."
"And what about me? My mom is a prostitute in the red-light district. I have five brothers and three sisters, and they all look down on me. How can I be the heir to Mustia if I'm not a little dirty?"
"I am just bad enough to trample them all under my feet."
"Even if I'm a rotten person, they'll still have to rely on me for survival."
"Isn't it nice to think about it this way?"
Coel had never experienced it and could not empathize with it.
He has no idea what kind of person he would be now having grown up in that environment.
But it didn't matter, he wasn't here to listen to people's complaints.
There has always been suffering in the world, but the sources of suffering are different.
Koel threw his phone on the table, looked at the orange-lit curtains across from him, and lit a cigarette.
"No matter how rotten you are, it has nothing to do with me. But if you still dare to have any evil thoughts about him, then it has something to do with me."
Ivor chuckled: "I didn't expect you to be quite interesting when threatening people~"
"If you were this aggressive when chasing someone, you might be the one in that room right now~"
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Coel didn't reply.
He knew what he wanted, and Ivor's tricks didn't work on him.
"Hey~ I'm just a little curious. What can you do if I provoke him again?"
Coel exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced at his playful face, and smiled contemptuously: "You, can try."
"Tsk... that's boring. Fireworks look better when they bloom unintentionally. I'm not that stupid."
"You better be."
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